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Tweak says, "We're cop-u-lating."

Peter Petrelli | Heroes (andreth) wrote in makebelievelog,
@ 2013-03-03 03:02:00

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darcy lewis, peter petrelli

WHO: Peter Petrelli and Darcy Lewis
WHERE: The Lobby of the Castle
WHAT: Randomly meeting and talking
WHEN: Saturday evening
WARNINGS: Low/none (will update if necessary)

Peter was sprawled out in one of the chairs in the lobby, staring at the high ceiling, his face blank and expressionless. He'd awakened to find that Lucy had been sent home by whatever powers ran this horrible place. It figured, he supposed. It always seemed that when he let himself get close to someone, something horrible would happen to rip them away. It was the way his life seemed to work. But anymore, when something shitty happened, he just felt...dead. It didn't hurt like it used to, and that scared him. Was he becoming immune to it? Had he suffered so much that it no longer surprised him? Or had he simply given in to the fact that nothing was ever going to work out; that somehow no matter how he tried to do good, it would somehow backfire in his face?

He sighed, putting his hands behind his head. Why couldn't it have sent him home? He didn't want to be in this place that kept doing strange things to people, and where nightmares seemed more real than waking, half the time. He wanted to be back in New York where he could blend in and disappear and enjoy the anonymity of living among twenty million people.

No...he wanted different than that. He wanted to fall asleep, wake up, and have it be two years ago, back in the Deveaux's loft, before the world had gone crazy, before he'd lost his faith in humanity, in the world, in God himself. He wanted that outlook back. He wanted to be the person he'd been, the person who'd seen hope in everything. The person who believed in the goodness of people, against all odds.

He wanted to forget Sylar and Nathan and Simone's death, and losing Caitlin, and Adam Monroe, and the fact his father was alive - or not - he wanted to forget killing his own father, or losing his abilities; the only thing that had ever made him feel special. He wanted to forget being rounded up like dogs and running for his life. He wanted to forget everything and just start over.

But the world didn't work that way.

So for the moment, he just lay on the chair, lethargic, lacking any sort of energy or motivation. If the world was going to keep throwing curve balls at him, let it. He'd just lay here and take it, until it broke him. If it hadn't already.

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andreth
2013-03-04 03:53 pm UTC (link)

Peter hesitated before taking her hand, just the briefest of moments. It wasn't out of rudeness - it was more because he didn't particularly want to lose his present power, and if she had one and he touched her - well. But it seemed in this place his powers weren't really working anyway, so with an internal shrug he took her hand and shook it firmly.

"Honestly, it's not all her. It's just...her leaving is just another big smack after what was going on back home. It's just another thing, you know? And I don't know if I'm upset, or angry, or just damned tired. Maybe all three."

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darcylewis
2013-03-05 03:41 am UTC (link)

Lucky for Peter, Darcy's only powers were sarcasm and being awesome. She tucked her hands into her jacket pocket after shaking his hand. After listening for a moment, she nodded.

"Damn tired sounds likely if it's been really bad? I know if there's too much, the brain can just go - numb. Sensory overload and all that?" Darcy let herself go with the flow and most things rolled off her back. Some things did bother her, but she was fairly thick skinned. "It sounds like you need to do something mind numbing to relax. Maybe a TV or a movie marathon?"

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